Fielder squeezed out a bright smile and waited for his father, also known as Count Kurt, to pronounce his sentence.
His original name was Qin Hao, from the Blue Planet's China, and he had traveled to this world in just three days.
Good news: a descendant of the Count.
Bad news: very unpopular.
"Field, you've come of age, like a mature lion, it's time to forge your own career." The gorgeously dressed middle-aged man's language was peppered with uplifting words, but the old earl's speech was so breathless and shriveled that the words seemed like a joke.
Everyone present, their eyes were filled with banter.
The earl paused for a moment, not quite concentrating, and when he came back to his senses, he actually forgot where he had left off.
The original master was a very kind person, he humbly gave the potion for awakening fighting qi to his own brother, gave the opportunity to go to the Mage Academy for further study to his own sister, and he was even able to treat any of his servants kindly. As a matter of fact, such a good person should be respected. Unfortunately, he was a nobleman, and from the perspective of a nobleman, the original owner was a cowardly and incompetent waste.
The mature woman beside the old count is Field's stepmother.
Plump beautiful young woman, sitting on the dignified lord's second seat, elegantly picked up a cup of tea and kissed a mouthful, and then put down the cup of tea, can pull the silk of the phoenix eyes glanced at Fields, sunlight outlined ochre dark shadow, highlighting the high bridge of the nose, the stepmother raised her head proudly, almost holding the chin to Fields: "The vast northern territory of the Nightshade collar will be your baronial collar, enough for you to show your strength. ."
"It's true, even if you try your best to please everyone, you still can't avoid the fate of exile."
Slightly dizzy, the original owner died of illness after being bullied by the crowd, but let himself take over this mess. Fielder bit his lips hard and managed to stabilize his mind.
Then, Feld sneered, the original owner was really stupid enough to try to survive among the nobles by being kind.
The stepmother's eyes glanced downward absently, looking out of the corner of her eye, "Any comments?"
"Hoo~"
Squeezing out the pent-up anger in his heart with all his might, Feld gathered a smile and responded in a flat tone, "As you wish, my father."
His cheap father had already been drained by his stepmother, and he listened to his wife's arrangement in everything.
"Pfft~ Stupid!"
Some unknown relative burst out laughing, interspersed with some snarky insult.
The Northern Realm, inhabited by the two major races of humans and orcs, was full of blood, violence and savagery, and ten years ago, the Holy Griffin Empire used the Corrupting Haze to slaughter an army of 300,000 orcs, and it was feared that the place was already full of filthy goblins and trolls.
Of course, the North Realm was worse now.
The 300,000 orc army, as well as all the humans and animals in the North, had turned into corrupted creatures, hiding in the death haze for years, and had become synonymous with hell on earth. The royal family organized three campaigns to recover the lost land, all ended in total destruction.
The large and small territories in the North were nothing more than lands that existed in words, and dogs didn't even go there.
The vast majority of the time, no one would even mention it.
It's a cursed land, even worse, and even escaped serfs or criminals wouldn't choose to run towards the Nightshade Territories.
It's okay, I still have hangings.
Feld silently consoled himself, and with a thought, a transparent map popped out, along with a slow-moving green dot labeled on the map.
"Go get ready." The Count looked tired and pale.
The stepmother on the side assisted the Earl up, the almost transparent silk pajamas made the Earl's almost withered body seem to have a little motivation to move.
Feld pursed his lips, his own brother and sister, all obtained a rich fiefdom, this old Den said a couple of inoffensive words, just want to dismiss himself, Feld can't agree, immediately put forward his own request, "Father, I need your support, pioneering the Night Shade Territory is not an easy task."
His stepmother's soft flesh squeezed on the earl's arm, then narrowed her eyes demurely.
"Greed is not a nobleman's virtue, Field, you've gotten enough." The earl said without hesitation.
The members of the family on the side did not hesitate to cast contemptuous glances.
"Going out with black hair and black pupils on top is simplyIt's a disgrace to the Ross family."
"It's just a bastard!"
Black hair with black pupils was no longer a symbol of the ancient nobility after the massive nomadic invasion from the east and the destruction of the ancient kingdom of the Inner Sea.
Fielder was offended, his eyes revealing an angry light.
The birth of the original lord was clearly the Count's own sin, so why make things difficult for himself?
His mother, a maid of the castle, who came from the more distant east, was sold to the castle as a rare slave by nomadic merchants, and the earl had the original owner after a night's hangover.
Lowly in status, without the power of her mother's family, and having inherited some of her mother's physical features.
It was another big reason why Feld was ostracized and despised.
"Five hundred gold coins, in addition, you can bring your personal servant, I treat every child equally." The earl left a sentence and was assisted by his stepmother, hurrying back to his bedroom.
Fielder was depressed, five hundred gold coins sounds a lot, but putting it into the territory is just a toothpick stirring a vat and listening to a splash.
But it was better than nothing.
"Hey! Fielder, the Night Shade Territory is a good place, where you can't see the sun all year round, and the dark, putrid place goes well with your devilish eyes." Fielder's half-brother came up with a smile and said in an extremely exaggerated tone, "My fiefdom is not so good, poor Fu Lan City, known for its beer and goats."
Fielder felt a wave of anger blaze up in his heart, his roasted heart was simmering with oil, the fiefdom sucked, there was always something he could do about it as a traveler.
But the direct mockery of appearance, let Fields hate to plan his ancestors eighteen generations.
(ノ=Д=)ノ ┻━┻
In addition, this little Den can have a fighting spirit, or because of Fields' good heart! When the younger brother's talent was extremely poor, smothered and hiding in the corner crying bitterly, being ridiculed by others, it was Fields who extended a helping hand.
"Get lost!" Fielder didn't give him a good look.
"Remember the little girl with the flaxen hair color?" The younger brother didn't care about Feld's scowl as he flashed a wry grin and leaned into Feld's ear.
Feld narrowed his eyes as a picture came to mind of aSmiley, that was the girl the original owner liked, then her unclothed body was found in the back alley of the tavern, the original owner was so grief-stricken that he became very ill and died, and Feld was able to cross over.
The brother licked the corner of his mouth, "I did it, her struggle, not to mention how exciting it was."
Fielder's pupils slammed shut, an emotion called shock gripping his heart.
The brother who had also just reached adulthood had done such a beastly act. Although as a traveler, that girl was just a stranger to him, but the behavior of casually trashing other people's lives, Feld felt unprecedentedly disgusted.